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Sittin’ on the back porch drinking all alone
I hear a little ringing on my telephone
She says she’s got the blues
So I extend my warmest invitation
But I’da thought twice had I known the implications
I never had clue
Despite my horseshoe and my four leaf clover
Bad luck came and tapped me on the shoulder
If I’d only knew
‘Bout that wicked voodoo
A word to the wise if you see her comin’ your way
Sprinkle hot foot powder all around your doorway
Or she’ll make your soul bleed
She got them voodoo ways deep down inside her
She’s got the Son of Perdition walking right beside her
Bad medicine indeed
Black cat b*** don’t give a damn about ya man
Just as soon see you get stabbed in the back again
Black Cat b***
Momma was a witch
Brother was a snitch
Got a cousin named Mitch
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